“Do you talk to yourself a lot when you're alone?” Muse asks, startling me. I glance over my shoulder and find him leaning against the bathroom door. “Sorry, I knocked but I don't think you could hear me. Do you mind if I join you?” His glasses fog up in the steamy air and he pauses to pull them off his face, setting them on the counter and then sweeping strands of silver-white-black hair off of his forehead. “As long as you promise that we'll actually get clean during this shower. Usually when I let you guys in, I end up dirtier.”
